Love Remains the Same

perfect.. it was just a perfect workout.

needless to say, things are getting obvious around "the kitchen" and it's time to sorta tone down the fitness talky-walky.

anyhoo, this is nothing to do with my end... i went to this gym somewhere north cos i had a delivery to make.. an instructor ordered something and i gotta get my butt out there...

surprise, surprise!!

saw a lot of guys doing dumbbell/barbell curls.. some wearing lifting belts which they don't really need.. well, i just know.. i get to wear mine when i'm almost at the top of my set/s.. in case my core muscles will have trouble holding on to whatever's making me lose balance.. and that's when i'm in the super heavy part.. around eighty percent of my top set, to be precise.

it's no wonder guys like Rey, me and and a few handful of people get stared at cos we're, ahem, a rare breed..

peace!


***

love this song but i'm betting my next month's salary this ain't the official video.. well, they say it looks fine just as well.. so there ya go.. enjoy!

get over.. regrets..

get over it.

move on.

life's short.

this is message is for you. you reading this? good.

yeah, some people can't just get over themselves.. why don't cha forget the past and while you're at it, erase whatever traces of anything between you two?

sounds easy, ey?

it is.

you just have to do it... otherwise, you are on denial trying to say one thing yet thinking another.. uhm.. like getting into each other's arm again? live happily ever? do i have to jolt you off your seat to wake up already?!?

whatever.

now, i have this pesky texter who keeps on texting me the whole day.. sometimes we'd end up talking about sex. he/she confessed to have over 200 "friends" or shall we call text-mates.. damn, that should qualify him/her to a Guiness World Record, yeah?

him/her cos i'm not too sure if he's/she's a she or otherwise.. haven't heard his/her voice though i tried calling... am not too excited either to know or see him/her.. damn, i'm getting tired with this! lets just pretend the person is a female, aight?

anyway, i'm not the jealous kind, but i'm not too keen on sharing when it comes to the opposite sex.. unlike RAJ whose all too willing to share everyone he bedded, i don't.

i want to be exclusive... me alone. if you're "fishing" for a guy/date and text message everyone else to sorta "ride" with your trip, consider me.. NOT.

if i'm gonna risk it, it'd better be worth the trip, otherwise, i won't budge.

been there, done that.

it hurt like hell and i won't fall for it EVER again.

when it comes to "those" things, i don't look forward for anything.. i just let 'em fall into its right places... my Dad loves this song, "Que Sera, Sera..."

i like the thought, but no, not so much the song..


***

i just got to 340 pounds with my deadlift. nice.. nice..

i haven't been breaking my personal records (PRs) since i got back, but i've been working on other things.. and it's not the end of the year yet.



the gym instructor had been calling me "Hulk Hogan" not because i look anywhere close to HH but for the brute strength i've been showing around.. can't stop the strange stares from other gym-goers though, but what can i do, this is how i roll when i'm workin' out?!?

deal with it.

and then on Friday we'll be having our Award's Night. the food's in-charge needed volunteers.. one of my officemate prodded me to go for it cos i now look like a "bouncer!" damn, can i take that as a compliment?

geez, this bulking phase better be over soon... i guess it's also good to look forward to something better in the future.. keeps me goin' and motivated.

later.

Hayley Williams

i just love her!



nice rockin' voice too...

quickies

hai!

the routine is getting tougher everyday.. one English guy approached me and asked why i'm being an ass and do all that heavy lifting.. well, something to that effect, and he further queried whether i even thought about getting some sorta definition instead of doing all that powerlifting when apparently there ain't no powerlifting competition around the corner.. i replied by whopping his ass!!

not.

i politely replied that well, this is a personal quest for me, chump. would you be competing if you wanna have six pack? i bet not. how about a huge chest or a define shoulders? how about a massive quads? nope, right? we all have our goals and i happen to set mine on stone early this year - hit the 300 pound mark on bench, squat and deadlift.. where have you been surfing the net all this time, English man?

but seriously, what i've been lifting are waaayyyy too puny compared to the guys i've met in some forums.. they'd bench what i could squat.. how's that?

when i'm done with this phase i'm gonna switch gears and do the most ambitious phase i'll ever be... cutting down.. while at it i'm gonna go for that sex, err, i mean, six pack... we'll see what happens...

***

meanwhile, i have some more stories to tell but i gotta go now.. maybe later.

Spike 'Em

booohhhhhoooo!!!

to our new system... CRAP!

it's very slow. imagine many users accessing one CPU/Server and you have a crawling station.. so they use this system to save up on software licenses... brilliant! however, it's been marred with bugs since they've installed it.. our IT personnel is close to cracking up since they just went ahead replacing the old system without informing users and mapping out everything.. a lot of us had been complaining and boy, you can smell the tension they're feeling.. as i've said, i don't like this CRAP.. in fact, i would very much rather have those good ol' budget PC (read: surplus) than this sophisticated-looking but downright disappointing duds..




oh yeah, we still can't do shit cos our friggin server upstairs hasn't been turned on and nobody knows the password... you feel me now?

enough with the rants.. i just might throw this off the window.

**

it used to be that i hit the gym six days a week.. then i thought, heck i'm too "over-trained" with this routine so i cut it to five.. then, i woke up one day on the wrong side of the bed and figured maybe i just make it a two-day split.. so monday i'd go lower then tuesday i'd go upper.. then on wednesday i'd rest.. repeat again on thursday and friday.. in other words, i'm down to a four-day a week workout.

nice, huh?

then came my coffee-laden supplement. there's no way in the world i'd guzzle it later of the day or i'd be having panic/anxiety attacks at night.. so i ended up hitting the gym early.. but since i won't have all the time in the world to finish my punishing routine in the morning session, i ended up splitting it. now i need to come back for more pain later in the day.. thus, if you do the math, i ended up hitting the gym exactly eight times a week!

what the??!

hey, that's just the way i like it... makes my life more exciting..

everything should go back to "normal" next month.

i'm still looking for that 300 pounds bench... i've been fortunate to learn from the best (thanks to internet) but i have to do the grind on my own..

i'm delighted i can now bench using the bar. the shoulder pain seem to subside and i also learn a few techniques that pretty much help deal with the pain and improved my form..

i gotta say i get a "whoa!" look whenever i do my sets.. it's not everyday (at least in my gym) that they see somebody like me.. you know, going beyond what average fitness buff usually do in the gym.. i liked it a lot that people respect me.. you wouldn't wanna mess with a friggin' strong guy, would ya?

that also applies outside the gym.. since i have HOT wife and i don't mind people staring at her when she's at her best (mighty proud of it, tell you that), but they know when to draw the line.. you don't wanna mess with a lady whose got a muscular partner, do ya?

and it goes the same when we're outside having some boys nightout.. happened recently actually. while we were having a grand time in some bar and a "pack of sheeps" were there trying to score a bunch of lady just across our table.. they all got a "talk to the hand" gesture from the girls but when we introduce ourselves, we got lucky. they'd "table" us in fact. later, some of those sheep tried in vain to sorta steal the femmes from us, but when they saw the "wolves," they just scram.. me and my body, we just look very fierce and intimidating.. ha ha!

joke.

anyway, i wouldn't think of it that way.. no matter how muscular or nicely build you are, some guys are just way too aggressive you wouldn't know if they're concealing weapon somewhere.. one shot and you're dead.. this gain, it'll never spoil me.. i earned everything i did in the gym the hard way... gotta keep myself grounded.. ALL THE TIME.

by the way, if you've noticed how disorganize this post from the get go, it is because i'm writing this at the mercy of my lovely officemate, Lorraine. she's not here yet so i'm taking advantage of her PC... she's not yet into that CRAP nComputing just yet.

geez, i better start jotting down my thoughts, cos if this is the way the "future" goes, i should be able to post in a huff.

now, i wish it's two-weeks later already so i don't have to squeeze my way into the movie house and watch Heath on his final performance...

my new PC sucks!!!

it's friggin slow.. it's using a hub instead of a CPU (NComputing system).. the mouse jumps all over.. i can't open my files.. internet sucks as well.. i can't disable some system configuration cos it is now solely controlled by our IT peeps.. meaning, i'm screwed if i surf around cos they can now CLEARLY see my station.. the best!

lemme greet them "HI!" cos i'm betting i'm being watched right at this moment.

on the plus side, my screen is now LCD, fancy keyboard, optical mouse and i can now listen to something cos speakers are built-in..

i wouldn't trade my old school 386 PC for any of these, though.

i'm still working my ass around it and i'm seriously thinking of 'enabling' my home's internet connection again cos i just hate this new whatchamacallit system we're having right now.. sucks!!! sucks!!! sucks!!!

IT peeps yo reading this??!!??

and did i mentioned we're using IE instead of the cool Firefox browser? no more spell-chekcer.. damm'it! see, i just mispelled a word and i wouldn't know if i mispilled it... waaaaaaa!!!!!!!!

later with that boring workout log...



meanwhile...

the grind

the mind is willing.. but the body is weak..

then again, mind over matter, baby!

though i struggled the whole time in the gym yesterday, felt good enough early on to pull it through.. and came back for more!

there's been a surge of gym membership lately. pretty crowded yesterday so i gotta improvise, otherwise, i'd have a mediocre session... gotta be quick and alert with the equipments, if you know what i mean.

well, out of say, 20 newbies, i bet only a handful would persevere and press on to a few more months.. they'd probably just quit like anyone before. basically, i can only count with my fingers and toes the number of people who had become familiar faces.. the rest just come and go.

going back, yeah it was all mind over matter yesterday... after a shot of the NO-Shotgun supplement and warming up for a few minutes, it was all business.

as time went by, my energy peak just in time and tapered down as i neared the end of the session... that's when i felt a huge weariness.. i guess hitting the chest, back, shoulders and abs all at the same time when you had a drinking spree the night before was a little too much a grind..

i grind ahead and went even further... working the delts and triceps in the succeeding session.. whoa there!

i promise myself to be back in my usual routine as soon as i finish the darn tub of supplement i'm taking.. halfway there now, thank you.

i gotta keep my training up.. i'll be fighting Pacquiao soon... in the video game!

he he!



oh, by the way, i meant the grind.. NOT..

sleep deprivation

tired.

Earl drop by the house last night and whaddaya expect.. we got drunk.

hit the log around 1am and have to wake up at six...

thus, i'm a walking zombie today.

hhmmmm.. i guess some have worst experience than me.. like their sleep's a lot shorter.

whatever.

later.

impromptu, as usual.

i can't believe i opened Blogger and don't know what the heck am i gonna say.

when i'm out or doing something else, i usually have a slight idea what to yak about in here.. sadly, nothing 'out there' seem to inspire me.

what? what? what?

Happy weekend?

Happy Independence Day?

ssshhhhhhh... i'm tinkering..

ok. lemme bore you.

i've been reading a lot tips about training.. (here we go again!)

well, i'd usually spend an average of two or more hours in the gym. now comes this tip from world renowned strength/powerlifting coach, Christian Thibaudeau.

i'll save you the trouble today, check his WEBSITE



so he mentioned "Keep Your Training Sessions Under 60 Minutes..." that spells trouble for me, cos one hour isn't just enough.. it's friggin' tough to get my ass off the gym to begin with!

anyhoo, i just might do that.

maybe that's one reason why my recovery had been real slow.. let alone weariness boils over to another day.. like today!

and NO, no more training and gym talk on Saturdays puhhlezzzz!!!

***

i just listened to this song yesterday and i pretty much scoured the net and YouTube digging and searching...

finally, FOUND IT!

now listen...



soooo cool the guitar works in the intro, ey?

it's no wonder why i had trouble searching it cos it's titled Dizz Knee Land

wily.

definition

back into the groove..

can't really talk much about workouts... it's getting tiring "logging" everything here.

one thing i can tell you though, i'm getting there... my goal..

kinda crazy when i look at myself in the mirror... i am BIG!

not FAT BIG... MUSCLED baby.. not freakish BIG, though..

***

another invites down the drain...

i ain't hanging out on weekdays, got that?!?

yeah, this one is a real good deal.. free dinner and drinks.. on the house baby!

but NO, thanks.

RAJ and the rest of the sales crew are going courtesy of some bank who kissed their asses... you know, kinda bribe them to corner those juicy financing deal instead of the competition.. that's the way this folks roll.

reality check.

speaking of RAJ, this dude actually relishes being notorious.. he likes it a lot if he's being called a Playboy or a Man-Whore... in fact, he'd smile ear-to-ear if you call him a Fucker.. it's like every pussy, err, i mean, whore, ooppps, bitch, nah, fuck body... ok, ok.. girl or a lady he bedded is a "trophy" or another "stripe" on his chest.. this dude is one major slut!

every time we hangout, he always tells me he's "arranged" some girls who'd join us later.. and he is pretty much true to his word. it's just that being married and all, it kinda makes me feel awkward... did i mentioned he's married too?

oh well.

so much for that sonofabitch!

more craps later....

Welcome to RAJ's World

whow!!

i seriously need a massage.

gotta loosen up.. my muscles right now are sooo strung tight. i like that my forearms are showing some veins.. i like being vascular. i used to like having calloused palms since i've always have them soft, but now i want those darn callous to go away!

they hurt when i do pulling exercises... especially deadlifts.

i dunno.. would the girls be turned off holding my hands?

hhhmmmmm... just wondering... some like 'em soft.. some dig HARD!

**

so, the new "program" seem to work just fine, eh?

too bad it's too darn tiring...

we'll see.. uhm, i'll see..


**

*cough* *cough*

ok, so we went out last Saturday.. though i had planned ahead of the day to do things solo, RAJ had another plan. he approached me later that day and told me we'd go have a little "good time."

i've mentioned this dude here before, so for a little background, do some digging, aight?

anyway, i was expecting some "clean fun" cos we were heading to a videoke joint just a few meters away from our office.

with him was our former sales consultant, lets call her Jill and another girl, a petite but yummy and i don't know her name.. bad memory had been haunting me for years... so sorry.

Ms. Petite. that's what we'll call her, shall we?

a new guy, Ronnie, joined in.

well, what do ya do in a videoke joint? that's right, sing and drink.. damn, i haven't have one drink yet but i already had enough "thickness" to start singing... hhhmmm.. must've been the Testosterone level... the meter should read "High," otherwise i'd be too damned shy to even hold the microphone (mic).

i guess i'm just itching to chill and relax after a grueling week in the gym.

had a few songs.. RAJ would pass the mic to me, Ronnie or Jill on certain occasion and vice versa.. gulped down more Red Horse beer.. a few hours later RAJ and Ms. Petite girl were already showing signs of PDA (public display of affection). geez, i'm jealous..




on the other side of the table, Ronnie who's a "greenhorn" when it comes to drinking, started to loosen up.. too loose for comfort at that.. since him and Jill were seat mates, he started doing his "patented" whisperin' move to flirt his way under her panties.. damn, why didn't i think that move can get you somewhere? soooo naive of me..

so if you've been painting a picture in your brain, that's exactly what happened. they were having a ball while i was there trying to play coy... and a "gunner." the guy who takes care of pouring out the drinks and passing it on to everyone.. clockwise.. that's a gunner, hombre!

anyway, a few necking and petting later, RAJ and Ms. Petite suddenly vanished... i think they were gone for a good 30 minutes... makes us wonder.

later he arrived but without Ms. Petite...

i think his knees were still wobbling a bit.. damn, the dog just FFFBlleeeepp! Ms. Petite inside his car!

whoa there man..

he sat beside me grinning... then he whispered "Idol, here's the key if you wanna go next."

HHHWWwwwhhaaTTt???!!!

what the hell?

i said "No Way!"

so we continued with our singing and drinking trip like nothing happened 'til he whispered to me again... "That Jill over there, i just FFFBlleeeepp her last week.."

man, man....

what did i just got myself into?

am i gonna be in an orgy later?

anyhoo, Ronnie had a grand time flirting with Jill while me and RAJ continued singing..

"you know those bitches, they are just for intro, we'd have more girls here around 10 or 11" the dawg again whispered... "don't get too drunk.." he added.

around 11pm we hit the road.. i was sitting at the back with Ms. Petite.. boy, she's looking used and tired while RAJ, Ronnie and Jill were at the front seat... Ronnie was still at it and things got more intense between him and Jill... use your imagination, amigo!

being a "good boy," i never took advantage of Ms. Petite even though i could've easily do.

FFFBlleeeepping boy scout!

then all of a sudden, she just rose from her sleep and lied next to my lap.. shoot!! temptation, bubba..

now, i want SEX... ha ha!

tipsy but not "over the limits," i still was able to think reasonably clear.

"i did not have sexual relations with that woman.. but i wanted to.." you recall that line from an HBO series, yeah (i think..)??

she just had one "quickie" with RAJ, remember?

besides, i don't bring rubbers around.. read my lips GOT NO PLAN SCREWING AROUND. comprender?

lest you forget, i am weak when it comes to that part - SEX and candy.

RAJ even mentioned that "you guys should check-in and have a good time."

"NO." i'm pretty sure i can live another day without getting into somebody's pants... well, i guess.

i dunno about you but this guy is really something... he is one BADA$$ EFFFer!

later, we drove through a massage parlor that does "extra service."

i thought hard about it... i decline in the end.

the dude wanted to go and gimmick some more... i said "NO."

what the hell.. i've been saying lotsa "NO" lately.. it wouldn't hurt if say "NO" s'more, eh?

you've got "NO" problem me sayin' "NO" again, right?

i know, i know...

there's plentiful part here i left to your imagination cos my fingers are starting to bleed.. LOL

yeah, i'll just update this story later... right now, i gotta GO.






and before i forget... Hi to my colleagues who're reading this Blog.

now, keep this to yourself and get back to work already, huh!

wakokokokoko!!!

wastin' time.. when i think about it...

tomorrow, i should be able to tell ya that "Welcome to RAJ World" episode..

as you very well know, i'm almost "toasted" by the time i'm here writing some post for the day thingy...

but since wednesday is a semi rest day, i might have some energy to spill the bean.

you really wanna read this one.. it's one helluva action time.. and, my "finest hours."

Buzzin' out.

all apologies

zapped!

all my energy today: down the drain.. to oblivion!

i'm still doin' that sheeett program i had last week.. can't complain though.

i gotta do this and test my limits... where and what part will i burn out???

unless there's "no more everest to conquer," i doubt it very much if i'd even think about quitting..

that should keep my spirits up, homs.


***

i failed to meet up with my uncle yesterday.. tsk.. tsk.. i bet he's pissed with me.. he has been inviting me before and i often fail him.. so sorry, Tito.. i'll find a way to make it up to you.. it's just that last saturday, RAJ, my officemate invited me to some R&R, and though i wasn't that drunk that night, i just felt a little tired to get up early the next day.. i should've just stick to the plan: get a massage, go home, sip some brandy and hit the log.

anyway, that RAJ episode is best told exclusively in another post..

it's good Pacquiao won it yesterday via knockout.. i was beginning to get bored watching his fight goin' to the distance.. some say Diaz was an easy opponent.. well, whatever.. if Manny didn't knock him out, i bet the "boxing guru's" would've said he's losing his "touch." now that he knocked his opponent down, they're sayin' otherwise.. you guys just don't know how to appreciate..

just.

I Love You Sabado

hhaaaaaaaaa....

i love saturdays... i always look forward to saturdays..

it is the day of the week when we can strut our favorite jeans and shoes.. never mind the upper clothing as it's all uniform..

it's also a "relax" day for most people in the office... me included.

no field work.. no sunbathing..

no gym!

and i can sit back and relax after office hours.. maybe get that much needed massage (again) to recharge...

have a few sips of brandy while sitting down..feet up.. on the couch, baby!

or go out with friends and have a few beers...

i'm basking the day.. that is saturday.

cheers!





tomorrow, it'll be...








hope to see it live on PPV.. got a standing invites from my uncle.. FREE!

GO Philippines!!! GO Pacquiao!!!

can you smell me?

sheeeettt!!!

that's how i feel right now.. sheeeettt.

after this week, i'd revert back to the old routine.. maybe not.. i dunno. i'm still feeling myself out. maybe.. just maybe.. i might be able to adapt to this new routine.. but i have to say it's a killer.

i'm a candidate for over-training.. a bona fide and certified gym-rat!

and the bummer, i'm not even doing this for aesthetics.. it's just a routine i do to maximize the effects of the supplement/s i've been popping since i went back from a 10-day hiatus.

of course, i'm also applying the many techniques i've since dig, thanks to internet.

i should be taking steroids... i've been busting my ass, my joints, tendons and skin.. i'm getting calloused hands and yet my gain ain't comparable to those drugged lifters...

nah..

this whole bodybuilding thingy is too darn expensive and yet the rewards ain't that much.. better enjoy the ride..

rather than whine..

i think it's gonna rain in a few seconds.. i better flee NOW!

fight club style

off day today.. gotta.

just.

hitting the gym twice in a day finally took its toll on me.. yesterday i just felt totally weary.. like i could literally fall off!

the plan was to hit it hard and fast in the morning.. i needed to flush out the main ingredient of the supplement i'm taking (which is caffeine) by the time the day is done or i'd be having a hard time taking a snooze..

thus the morning workout.

later in the day, i'd hit it again and do some "beach workout".. man, do i have to explain the meaning of this for the nth time? man-up, do some google search, will ya?

what i've been trying now is do some drop sets... lift the heaviest, then immediately after, hit the lower poundages and go on.. 'til i'm too tired or my muscles couldn't take anything anymore.. already, i can feel some muscle gains all over.

the trade off: this is twice harder and tiring.

well, i'll try to keep this up 'til i gain significant results.. or i'd collapse due to exhaustion..

i wouldn't really prefer the latter...


***

i've finally gotten rid of my burdensome in-laws..

thanks to his drunken-bad-behavior and yelling at me like he owns me and my house.. this time, i whop his ass real damn good.. like bloods were oozin' down his face.. he took a good shot at me.. he hit me pretty good. i got nailed at the back of my head and body.. but once when i got hold of him, the wimp couldn't throw no shit no more.

though he was drunk, making noises, challenging me to a fight and all, his mother still came to his rescue.. months ago she suffered a mild stroke because of this mother-fucker and yet she still came to defend him.. all this asshole do in the house is sleep all day, sell some things to buy his poison and just do the darnest thing when inebriated.. i thought i taught him a lesson weeks before that incident happened but i guess i was wrong.. maybe because i didn't really hit him hard.. now, i bet he got the massage.. cos this time, i brought the dagger home..

he still manages to reasoned out after we separated.. that nobody's perfect.. yadi.. yada.. tell it to the marines, schmuck!

beaten and bruised, he manages to blurt out, "i've had it! i got it!"

next day, he went home, but not after stealing my son's piggy bank.. her "loving" and consenting mother followed him later.. forgive me for being frank, but you two are perfect for each other!

since he lived with us many months ago, i've really stretch my patience (and i bet i've got more of it now) for him.. tryin' to understand why he's being a drunkard and a jerk.. he may have "issues" before, and they (the wifey, mother, Neil) kept convincing me to just "let it go" cos:


"he's drunk, it's not worth it"

"he takes care of the dogs and opens the gate for you.. for us"

"we could use another guy around here"

"he's not like that when he's sober"



well, i'm done being patient and nice to him.. fuck him!

i bloodied his face pretty good.. there were blood splatters all over the wall where we tackled each other.. definitely not mine. the only injury i got was a minor cut on my left knuckle and some gash on my back.. superficial, i'd say.

it's not easy to go fight on a bare knuckle fist-fight everyday.. it's pain, man.. PAIN!

one more thing... i'd rather live with my dogs than my in-laws.. got that??!

you!! off my planet already!!!!!

shoooooo!!!! shoooooo!!!!

oh yeah, this is the story i've been meaning to spill.

and there ya have it!

my way

sigh.

more dead coming up.. no thanks, Frank!

the typhoon that hit the country days ago claimed a lot of lives... not only in many regions but more are feared dead with that sunken ship of Perwisyo, err, i mean Sulpicio Lines.. why oh why did they set sail in the midst of the storm??

i dunno.. if it was me there, though i know how to swim (and i swim well) i'd probably be dead just the same.. stories i gathered from the news and everywhere suggests that the ship capsized in a matter of seconds.. and if you're caught beneath it, you'd be lucky to wiggle yourself out of the water considering how deep and how steep you have to work on your way up... tsk.. tsk..

here's hoping for the best.. i hope to see more survivors in the days to come.. and for the dead, may you Rest In Peace..

***

i'm setting myself to failure in the gym these days... just earlier, i felt sooooo tired i must've been over-fatigue... the last few days, i've been training twice in a day.. sssshhhhhhh... this is just between us, aight?

more on this story later... gotta get my beauty sleep NOW!

Jun U.

if there's anything in this life i'd wish to the good Lord above....



is that my son will bury me.. not the other way around.

i'm about to explain why i said that.

two Sundays ago while me and my son, Neil were strolling down at SM Mall, i bump into one of my gym mate, Jun, his wife and son.

Jun, as he would often see me workin' out always finds me wearing baggy shirt.. y'know, those XL's or XXL's.. those shirt were sent to me courtesy of my bro abroad.. since he's been slim for years now, all those huge run-me-down clothings he used to have, i inherited them.. thanks bro!

though it's pretty loose for me to wear them, i'd wear it anyway instead of throwing them away... thus, guys in the gym like Jun would not be able to notice the muscles i've since grown..

besides, i don't really feel the need to brag.. i don't need to wear tank tops to show off.. i'm just not the type.

anyway, when i met him two Sundays ago, he was blown away when he saw me wearing a body-fitting tee shirt.. he was like sayin' WHOA!! there..

guess he was surprise to see my physique lookin' fierce in that shirt..

because of his reaction, i failed to even have a good look at her partner and kiddo.. seconds later, we just went our separate ways..

then earlier today, a gym mate told me a tragic story.. Jun's only son had died yesterday due to dengue fever..

WTF??!!

i'm speechless.

i'm just as devastated as i put myself in his shoes.. we both have "an only child" and he has to bury his... man...

so sad.

i don't even want to picture Jun's face right now... this guy, though we're not super close, but the image i have on him is always his radiant face.. y'know, he's never the kind who'd look angry..

honestly, i don't wanna go to his son's wake.. though it's just a few meters away from our office.. sigh.. but i have to... i got to...

remember that Denzel Washington's John Q. movie when he said "I'm not going to bury my son...my son is going to bury me!"

that's the feeling, mate.

so, you guys and gals out there, go give your kid/s, parents, relatives, friends, etc. a tight hug tonight, cos no matter how health-conscious or fitness buff you and i are, we'll never know when our time is up here on earth.. and it may be the last time we'll ever see them again.. like what happened to a dear friend of mine, Jun..

condolence, buddy.

Lurking In HiberNation

wooohhh!!!

had too much fun last night.. but not to the point of regrets..

my buddy arrived yesterday.. gotta keep this as hazy as possible.. don't wanna mess around other people's lives here..

anyhoo, went to this bar somewhere uptown.. it wasn't that fun but hey, it was something worth remembering... aaaahhhhhh... time to SHUT UP!

har har !!


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earlier today, i went to this gym in Baseline.. nice equipment they have right there.. they have a wide array of dumbbells.. from the smallest to over a hundred pounders.. been looking for a better gym and so far, it's lookin' like theirs is on top of my "wish list."

i might just try it there sometimes..

currently, my workout's doin' great.. the new "program" had begun.. i'll probably be on it for a month or two then shift gears again.. probably.. we'll see...

not really tired today cos i slept more than i need to, but i had one too many beer..

i better...

betamax

whatta day!!!

i'd rather listen to this..

new song that reminisces the past..



gotta love the dudes from Sandwich... and they include the Bisayan word (local dialect) "Padayon..." meaning "Go on.."

well, i love Raimund Marasigan's former band, Eraserhead..

there.